At My Dad’s Funeral, My Stepmom Leaned In for a Final Kiss and Saw Him Blink

She looked the part perfectly: the grieving widow in her elegant black dress, her hair swept into a flawless twist, her mascara somehow still intact despite the tears she’d been performing all day.

She reached the casket and paused, letting everyone see her composure waver just enough to seem genuine.

Then she leaned down.

Her lips hovered just above my father’s face.

Her hand rested gently on his chest.

And that’s when it happened.

His eyelid flickered. Once. Slow and deliberate.

His fingers twitched against the white satin lining.

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